The day of departure. Everything had happened so fast, I still really hadn’t digested the fact that I was about to embark on an untold journey … far from home. The bags were packed, the checklists completed, and the obligatory last run to the stores. My flight was all set to depart at 6:10, and being an international flight, I had to report around 4.
After the extended goodbyes, I entered the airport and almost fainted. The security lines were over flowing outside the doors and I only had 1.5hrs to make it through, and still had to check. After getting the run around, we finally made it to the appropriate counter and my brother graciously upgraded me to Business Class using his stash of frequent flier miles. How very exciting!!!
So I get to the gate, and enter the plane. Business Class on an international flight is totally different from being on a domestic flight … the opulence just about floors you. I was feeling so awkward, I almost asked the steward to put me back into Economy … almost, but not quite! The seats were comfy, the food and service impecable. When I finally fell asleep for a good 40 minutes, I woke up to find a fresh glass of OJ, a glass of water, and a bowl of mixed nuts waiting for me. I’m tellin ya … it was very nice.
The hours rolled on, and as I drifted in and out of sleep, the clock ticked and shifted to Feb 5th.